weeks before Christmas all through the nights, We'll bundle and
ribbon, and tuck away tight Parcels and packages for family and
friends In hopes that our secrets will keep to the end.
small creatures will peak in, and big ones will dream, The
treasures are guarded by a keeper supreme. The Hall Closet
Monitor, wearing his badge, Will tinkle his bell, and scutter
about, Should a tag be tugged, or a ribbon pulled taut.
and stroke him, try as you will, He'll never give in, he won't
tell. He'll not be tempted by hard candies or pouts, Until
Christmas Day, with snow or without, The delights of the season
will all tumble out.